Thursday, February 13, 2014

Marias, a perfectly healthy giraffe born in a Danish zoo, despite his
being offered a home in a park and another zoo has been put down by humane
killer. The reason given was that the zoo has its full compliment of male
giraffes and poor Marius’ DNA was of no use to them. Had he been born female he
would still be swanning around gazing at the world with those enormous eyes, looking
as pretty as a young giraffe can look. It was his misfortune to be born a male.
It is the misfortune of many humans to be born, as they feel it, in the wrong
sex and, although they don’t meet a fate as drastic and as final as Marius’, life
can be pretty sickening at the hands of those ‘normal’ folk who don’t
understand or sympathise. The same applies to the animal kingdom, both
domesticate and wild. I have been regarding on You-tube the wonderful work of
various animal protection societies, mainly in America: New York, Philadelphia,
Houston, Miami, and on Face-book in South Africa and the images of treatment
inflicted on defensive animals is sickening, sometimes cruelly deliberate,
sometimes through sheer neglect and indifference, sometime through ignorance.
The pictures and videos may show an animal from its rescue to a successful
finale, sometimes not and there are those that in particular stay in the mind
so vividly you wonder if you will ever forget them.

For example there was a photograph of
fairly large nondescript dog being led on a leash down a corridor. He is
looking up at his keeper in such a way that you just know his heart must be
fluttering with hope. There are only two reasons as far as he knows that he has
been let out of his cage; some kindly folk had finally adopted him or they are going
for a run. He just does not know as he bounces along, tail wagging, gazing up
at the man who has come to fetch him, that the corridor is for this moment his
own death row. A video shows a girl kneeling on a sidewalk, making a fuss of a
dog so skeletal you could literally see every bone. It could hardly take a step
as it pathetically tried to wag its tail. “They have every right to hate us,” the
girl said, but the fact is they don’t. Dogs that hate are like humans who hate
–they are taught.

About Me

Ex actor, ex director, still a writer, prose now no longer plays. Like the Godfather growing tomatoes. No, too old to garden but still writing - my autobiography No Official Umbrella - same title as my Blogs and soon to come out in paperback, novels and of course my favorite detective Thornton King